This was Leslie's tenth orgasm of the day. Ever since she made the mistake of pissing off that warlock, every attempt she made at crime came to a humiliating end - sometimes literally.
First, she'd tried to stuff racks of clothes under her hoodie and shuffle out of the high end clothing store by pretending she was pregnant. She knew something felt wrong when the clothes seemed heavier with every step, growing rounder and collecting at her stomach, but it wasn't until she reached the store's back alley and lifted her hoodie that she realized why the cloth had traded in for a sloshing sensation. She had a womb full of jizz! Not a scrap of the designer blouses and panties remained. It served as her only saving grace when a rent-a-cop had followed the white trail leaking out of her cunt and down her legs to find her.
Then she tried to nab some unsuspecting shoppers' buys out from their seats while distracted, but after she made her escape, she looked inside the red and white bags to find sex toys. Nothing but sex toys. No way those ladies had walked out of Zales with dildos and lubes, especially ones with cheap ass rhinestones glued to them, but that's what Leslie found when she peeked inside. She couldn't ditch the bags, either. They had somehow glued themselves to her forearms, and they resisted her attempts to rip them off or dump their contents.
"That stupid fucking magic dork!" she had screamed, attracting more unwanted attention in the middle of the mall.
Despite these setbacks, she resolved not to give up and launched another bold caper: swiping wallets. It proved more challenging with the fruits of her labors weighing her down, but she managed it with more misdirection. Sometimes she tricked them into looking at some hokey item on the wall. Other times, she could still use her looks to make some bashful losers take their eyes away from the counter. She even used her cum bulge to her advantage a few times by getting women to put their hands on it to feel her "pride and joy" moving around inside. She particularly enjoyed the ones who insisted they could feel her fake baby kick, mistaking her belly's firmness and a forward slosh for real movement.
She had drained ten bank accounts, leaving used up wallets next to the ATM. Every time, she finished the transaction with hundred dollar bills in her hands... and waddled away with stacks of singles.
"How the FUCK does this ke- hnn..." She froze. "H-hnn. HNNNNNNNGH!"
Her rage transmuted into a wild, screaming orgasm finer than a solid dick hitting her snatch. She thoroughly creamed her panties with more than her own juices, cum spilling out into a pool at her feet. The mixture with her own arousal offset the semen's viscosity to make it looser. She didn't pay much mind to the details, though, as she was more focused on riding it out. Her left eye tightly shut while she struggled to keep the right one open. She nearly bit her lower lip, while her upper rose into a frustrated but horny sneer. She looked up into the nearby security camera as it captured her excruciated response. The waves of climax crashed and receded in time for her to hear the rent-a-cop approaching her from behind.
Panic set in. It was only a matter of time before they caught her with all this junk weighing her down and the evidence of her crimes plain as day mere feet away. That fear at finally getting caught brought her eleventh mind-blowing crotch blast. She stifled her moan well enough to hear the cop when he reached her.
"Uhh, ma'am, I think your water just broke. Need some help?"
Reblogged
Sent!
This blog contains adult content. In order to view it freely, please log in or register
and confirm you are 18 years or older
"Hnnnnngh!"
This was Leslie's tenth orgasm of the day. Ever since she made the mistake of pissing off that warlock, every attempt she made at crime came to a humiliating end - sometimes literally.
First, she'd tried to stuff racks of clothes under her hoodie and shuffle out of the high end clothing store by pretending she was pregnant. She knew something felt wrong when the clothes seemed heavier with every step, growing rounder and collecting at her stomach, but it wasn't until she reached the store's back alley and lifted her hoodie that she realized why the cloth had traded in for a sloshing sensation. She had a womb full of jizz! Not a scrap of the designer blouses and panties remained. It served as her only saving grace when a rent-a-cop had followed the white trail leaking out of her cunt and down her legs to find her.
Then she tried to nab some unsuspecting shoppers' buys out from their seats while distracted, but after she made her escape, she looked inside the red and white bags to find sex toys. Nothing but sex toys. No way those ladies had walked out of Zales with dildos and lubes, especially ones with cheap ass rhinestones glued to them, but that's what Leslie found when she peeked inside. She couldn't ditch the bags, either. They had somehow glued themselves to her forearms, and they resisted her attempts to rip them off or dump their contents.
"That stupid fucking magic dork!" she had screamed, attracting more unwanted attention in the middle of the mall.
Despite these setbacks, she resolved not to give up and launched another bold caper: swiping wallets. It proved more challenging with the fruits of her labors weighing her down, but she managed it with more misdirection. Sometimes she tricked them into looking at some hokey item on the wall. Other times, she could still use her looks to make some bashful losers take their eyes away from the counter. She even used her cum bulge to her advantage a few times by getting women to put their hands on it to feel her "pride and joy" moving around inside. She particularly enjoyed the ones who insisted they could feel her fake baby kick, mistaking her belly's firmness and a forward slosh for real movement.
She had drained ten bank accounts, leaving used up wallets next to the ATM. Every time, she finished the transaction with hundred dollar bills in her hands... and waddled away with stacks of singles.
"How the FUCK does this ke- hnn..." She froze. "H-hnn. HNNNNNNNGH!"
Her rage transmuted into a wild, screaming orgasm finer than a solid dick hitting her snatch. She thoroughly creamed her panties with more than her own juices, cum spilling out into a pool at her feet. The mixture with her own arousal offset the semen's viscosity to make it looser. She didn't pay much mind to the details, though, as she was more focused on riding it out. Her left eye tightly shut while she struggled to keep the right one open. She nearly bit her lower lip, while her upper rose into a frustrated but horny sneer. She looked up into the nearby security camera as it captured her excruciated response. The waves of climax crashed and receded in time for her to hear the rent-a-cop approaching her from behind.
Panic set in. It was only a matter of time before they caught her with all this junk weighing her down and the evidence of her crimes plain as day mere feet away. That fear at finally getting caught brought her eleventh mind-blowing crotch blast. She stifled her moan well enough to hear the cop when he reached her.
"Uhh, ma'am, I think your water just broke. Need some help?"